Arrest Me (Mature ZM)

Chapter 9

Zayn rubbed my back slowly as I cried quietly. “I just had a really bad day.”

“Tell me about it.” He said softly. I had never opened up to anyone about anything, even my day. Nobody had ever asked me how my day was, unless it was in the form of a casual greeting. And to be honest, I don’ think anybody even cared. Zayn was breaking down my walls and I had only known him since Friday.

“My English teacher told me that I’m failing,” I whispered quietly. “So I lost it later in the bathroom and nearly had a panic attack.” Zayn’s hands traveled up and down my back softly. “Then I got home and cried in my room forever. When my parents got home…they were yelling at each other, like always. I went downstairs and told them to stop.” I started crying harder. “And they told me that they were arguing because of my grades. My parents started calling me names and my dad hit me in the head. My mom told me to go whore myself around and that she didn’t even care about me.”

Zayn’s finger tilted my chin up. He had a sad expression on his face, “Stop crying, beautiful. I’m here for you, okay?” I nodded softly. “Stay with me for a few days.”

“I barely know you,” I said quietly.

“You’ve had sex with me twice and are cuddling in bed with me right now,” He chuckled. “I’m a police officer; you can trust me.”

“What about school?”

“Skip tomorrow and do your schoolwork. I’ll help you with it,” He said quietly. “Then you have the entire weekend to stay here.”

“Don’t you have work?”

“I do, but you can stay here,” He said softly. “I want you to be safe. Please, stay here. I’m begging you.”

“I’ll need to go get clothes and stuff,” I said quietly.

“I’ll go get your stuff with you,” He kissed my cheek softly. “Please.”

“Okay,” I sighed and leaned my head back down on his chest. “Zayn?” I said quietly and sat up, leaning over him. “You…never mind.”

“Tell me,” He said quietly and cupped my face.

“You are so sweet and I don’t know how to thank you,” I blushed. “You’re too good to me. I really don’t deserve it.”

“You deserve the world, darling,” He said and kissed me passionately. “Go to sleep; you must be extremely tired.”

“I want to stay up with you,” I kissed his chest.

“But you need to sleep…” He said and kissed my head softly. And so I fell asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

* * *

Zayn was the first man I had ever slept with in the literal sense.

I woke up the next morning and realized where I was. My emotional face was immediately covered up by my façade. I sat up and started to get out of bed. I needed to get up to leave before Zayn woke up.

But, as I stood up, Zayn wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Where are you going?” I turned around and saw that he was covered from the waist down by the sheet. I suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze. But he didn’t stare at me like other guys did. He stared at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I was going to go…” I said quietly.

“Stay,” He smiled. “You don’t have to build your walls back up for me.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

“I’m sorry I inconvenienced you,” I said and broke free from his grasp. I walked out of the room quickly to go find his laundry machine. I needed to go get my clothes for I could leave. It was embarrassing enough that I had let my guard down for a split second and then woke up in Zayn’s bed.